#anapoems

[i-wanna-b-skinni-pretti]

r u n n i n g

I’ll keep on running ‘til I can no longer feel pain.

I’ll keep on running and running ‘til I have that body everyone will talk about and compliment in the changing rooms in school.

So that they can finally admire my thigh gap like I admire theirs, my protruding spine and hip bones, my prominent collarbones.

I’ll keep on running, running, and running ‘til I have reached that sacred number on the scale.

So that I can be weightless, walk without sound, and not hear the scale creaking from my weight.

I’ll keep on running, running, running, and running ‘til I feel so lightheaded, so exhausted, while I hug myself in the cold air, being able to finally feel the hollows of my ribcage.

I’ll keep running, running, running, running, and run ‘til I...

Oh god how fucking exhausted I am, ‘til I faint and fall like a feather on the hard concrete floor of the sidewalks.

Here I am, standing up once again from another fall, wiping the blood from my face with my cold hands.

I’ll keep on running,

And running,

And running,

And running,

And running,

And run ‘til I lose count of the mornings,

The afternoons,

The nights, 

The sunrises and sunsets.

I’ll run,

‘Til I-

‘Til I got nothing left to lose.

[rottingskinandbones]

sometimes I wish I wasn't like this.

I think that people are looking at last night's dinner. looking at my stomach.

looking at the fat on my thighs.

I feel insufferable.

I want to take up the least amount of space. be small. be delicate.

be skinny.

[justasadpoet]

Cuts

One

Two

Three

Slice

The blood pours out,

Slice

Slice

Slice

I’m losing control

Help!

Won’t someone help!

I’m drowning!

Fuck!

Ana’s hands are around my throat,

Depression is egging her on

Anxiety is laughing.

My last bit of sanity is begging

Please stop

Make it stop

It’s to much

I’m dying

Can’t you see

-L.C.T 11/26/2019 1:19am

[ornmarkjennifer]

Just a random Ana poem from you 🖤

Today I looked at myself, why don't I look like a year ago?

Today I realized I have to go and go

Today I feel fat, but don't take me for a brat

Today I looked at my weight I was my life in that

Today I realized I'm not thin enough

Today I'm not really rough

Today I hate myself

Today Ana rang on the doorbell

Today Ana came back to me

Today all I ate was a pea

Today Mia knocked on my door

Today mia told me I lost my war

Today I purged

Today I just couldn't fight the urge

Today my old friends told me that I'm fat

Today they told me I eat like a rat

Today I feel like a mess

Today I knew this was stupid, yes

Today I can't see myself in the mirror

Today I live in horror

Today I died

Today my whole family cried

[makemeperfect]

CALORIE

C  an’t expect me to be okay when the only thing I see, is a calorie.

A  nything I try to be, revolves around a calorie.

L  ying to myself that I am free, when I’m consumed by the thought of a calorie.

O  nly worrying about me, and why I shouldn’t taste that calorie.

R estricting everything except for tea, as It has not one calorie.

I  close my eyes and count to three, longing to forget about that calorie.

E  yes are shut but not carefree, dreaming about that calorie.

[unf-orgetable]

que gosto tem aquele último dia?

aquele último respiro

frente ao seu rosto

rente a sua pele

aquela sensação

que não queria findar-se?

[microcuentoes]

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[justasadpoet]

Scared

Today when I looked in mirror,

I noticed how thin my face is

My ribs stick out

My thigh gap is growing,

Im dying.

My lips are so dry,

My feet ache

Where is the beauty in this?

Why do people want to be like me?

It isn’t fun

It isn’t cute

It isn’t worth it

People don’t hug me,

Their scared they’ll break me.

They don’t yell at me

They don’t touch me

They notice if I don’t eat

They ask questions

Teachers assume I’m sick

I am sick

I am Fucking dying!

110lbs

5 foot 3 inches

I am not underweight

How?

They won’t help me!

“You’re not bad enough”

Not sick enough

So I’ll just stave

More

And more

Until they’ll help me.

I want help

I’m so broken

So helpless

-L.C.T

11/12/2019 9:02pm

[justasadpoet]

Ana

My legs are shaking,

I haven’t ate dinner for 3 days now

I have control right?

Do I?

I feel so lost,

Scatter minded

My lips are cracked

Nails are chewed.

Today someone asked if I was gonna eat lunch,

I said no

The teacher heard

I’m scared she’ll call home.

“If you don’t eat for 3 days in a row I call home”

I’m scared she will,

I just got my life back

My friend said I lost weight

I nearly cried

I’m fighting a never ending battle.

I’m so hungry

So weak

So alone

So cold

I’m so cold no hoodie could fix it

I want everything to stop

I could take my pain away

With a bottle and some pills

Will I?

Maybe

We never know

-L.C.T

[justasadpoet]

A boy I once knew

When we met it’s was like the perfect melody,

One broken

And the other...

A goner,

His smiles were always fake,

The way he showed his teeth

His eyes crinkle,

If you didn’t know him

You’d swear he’s the happiest person,

Yet I knew him,

He was gone from the start

A dad who didn’t give a shit,

A mom who only cared about grades.

He always made jokes

Everyone would laugh

The class clown.

People would say it’s quiet without him,

They liked the quiet.

Or so he thought.

He stopped

No more laughs!

No more jokes.

His fake smile gone

The words crazed into skin.

Soon I noticed how tired he was

The boy in mirror was falling apart

He begged for his pain to stop,

Then someone noticed

The cuts,

The pain

He lied

“Oh I’m fine” he said

“ it was the cat” he said

It was all a lie,

He was gone

No one said anything else

To them he was the class clown,

The kid full of energy,

The one who’s giggles filled the room,

The ones who’s nose is always in a book

He is still here,

No one knows him

Not even me.

I’m him.

I’m the broken

I’m the goner

I am not here anymore!

No ones cared!

I always helped others,

But I couldn’t help myself

He’s fine

He’s perfect

Right?

You’re friend is perfect

You’re friend is fine

Or are they?

-L.C.T

[unf-orgetable]

casa de saudade.

escrevo esse poema para me confortar

pra dizer que a saudade

não é casa inteira

por vezes é um cômodo que

posso trocar os móveis

mudar o tapete de lugar

abrir as janelas

arrastar o sofá

revisitar a estante de livros

reorganizá-la

e então tomar um café

antes de passar para o próximo quarto.